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“And there’s only one of you. There’s no way we can recreate a reverse harem sexy scene with just the two of us.”

“We will not be partaking in threesomes or orgies. I’m all you need.” He twists my nipple and I rub my thighs together to relieve the tension he’s building.

“Orgasms don’t count as birthday gifts,” I gasp out.

“Too bad,” he mutters. “Because I’d get at least three years of gifts taken care of this morning.”

“T-t-three?”

He shrugs. “Maybe four.”

I cling to his t-shirt. “No way can you give me four orgasms in one morning.”

His blue eyes sparkle. “But I can try.” He sneaks his hands under my t-shirt and begins lifting the fabric off of me. “Unless you don’t want to? Unless you’d rather have a shipwreck cookie fromPirates Pastries?”

“I want four orgasmsanda shipwreck cookie. Maybe a baked peaches and cream whiskey muffin, too.”

He chuckles. “Are you ordering orgasms?”

I raise my eyebrows. “Unless you can’t deliver.”

“Don’t you worry. I can deliver everything I promise and more.”

“Love you, my sexy soldier.”

“And I love you, Bunny.” My chest fills with warmth at his words. I could float away on a cloud.

He kisses my nose. “Now, take off your clothes.”

Forget about the cloud. My body tingles in anticipation. I giggle as I wiggle out of my panties.

“Four orgasms,” I remind him.

“Don’t you worry. I’ll give you one with my mouth. One with my fingers. And two with my cock.”

I shiver.

“On your back. Spread your legs. You’re coming on my tongue first.”

Oh goodie. “You say the sweetest things.”

Caleb settles between my thighs and I forget all about the heavy stuff. The years we lost together. The fear I’m unlovable. All of it is wiped from my mind as his tongue finds my clit and he sucks.

I thread my hands through his hair and hold on for the ride.

I don’t plan to ever let go. I’m in this through thick and thin. Because Caleb is mine. My person. My love. My family.

Chapter 25

“If they’re not loud and obnoxious, are they really family?” ~ Maya

Maya

Itug on Caleb’s hand until he stops walking up the driveway to Sophia’s mom’s house. “Are you sure about this?”

He motions to the window where my friends are watching us from behind the curtains. Nosy but not very stealthy. “A bit late for backing out now.”

“No, it isn’t. You’re under no obligation to attend drunk poker.”

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